I want to kiss your cheek in the morning,
to write love on your arms with my hands,
these broken things so undeserving of your worship.

You saw me when my skin was broken,
when I clung to all that had left,
when my love was wasted on gutter dreams.

So now I seek your hands,
the ones that held me so close,
when I was too scared to be loved.

New moments holding a memory sweet but harsh,
like the times you were mine, yet never us,
never something that held any trust.

Nobody makes me laugh like you do,
still I'm uncertain, uneasy in your eyes,
everything I want, yet our sentiment is strange.

A liar's tongue, a braggart's mouth,
the ways we increase this love's promise,
but I'll never find a way to tell it all.

Maybe I sensed it in the beginning,
how we'd always be star crossed
and I'd always want more from you.

...but now it's different
"protege moi, protege moi"
I see you and I'm home.

maybe this always was
the one thing
we'd never know the meaning of

lucky to trust
bound by love
hands intertwined forever